Namara's POV:

I nestled deeper into Alexander’s side on the oversized sofa in our private sitting room, the soft throw blanket draped over both our legs. The morning’s unease still lingered at the edges of my mind, but I refused to let it steal another moment so I tilted my head up to look at him.

“Let’s binge-watch something until night falls.” I suggested, tracing idle circles on his chest with my fingertip. Alexander’s lips curved into that slow, devastating smile that still ...